New Year, Real Resolutions

I’m not doing the whole “new year, new me” thing because honestly? I like me. But I am doing the “new year, let’s actually do the things I said I’d do” thing.

New Year, Real Resolutions

Last year was about surviving. Two kids, night shifts, Marcus’s homebrewing phase that ended with an explosion in the garage at 2 AM (we don’t talk about it). This year is about living. Actually running that 5K I keep talking about. Actually making Mama’s mole recipe instead of just thinking about it every Sunday. Actually putting the phone down when Theo’s explaining why velociraptors were actually the size of chickens.

I wrote them all down this morning with my coffee. Real resolutions, not Instagram resolutions. The kind where you have to show up every day, not just post about it once in January. Marcus saw me writing and asked if “learn to appreciate my husband’s hobbies” made the list. It did not.

Here’s to 2019. May we all survive it with style.